2009-02-25

I must admit...

I must admit I made pancakes for dinner tonight...I am lazy....the frozen meatloaf was...well...still frozen...so I made pankcakes.


I made pancakes for dinner tonight - Dan's were plain, he has hockey...nothing fancy for dinner for him

I made pancakes for dinner tonight - the boys' were made with bananas (added to the plain batter I used for Dan)

I made pancakes for dinner tonight - this is what I put in mine - this is what happens when the boys leave the room to eat while mommy is still cooking

I must admit I made pancakes for dinner tonight and they were fabulous!!

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I must admit my house is a pit
....no one believes me
... at least not those who haven't seen my home
Really its a scary home right now....
Want proof...I have lost my iron.
Yes...my iron...
That wonderful little appliance
This tool that makes my clothes look like new
That hides the fact they might have been pulled from the hamper
(no....I don't do that...)
Yup...lost my iron....who loses an iron
How do you misplace an appliance
Well I did it....
I've lost it
(that's not all I've lost)
So if I look wrinkled tomorrow...please excuse...

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I must admit I have cookies in the oven
They are almost done
I have a glass of milk
It is half full
I can't wait to drink it....
so please enjoy my writing assignment,
while I enjoy my baked treat,
and have a lovely evening

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Our weekly writing assignment from our lovely Mama Kat. I chose the prompt:

- Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."

I thought it would be a fun challenge....hope you like it.


A Mommy says, to her

Baby boy “precious

Child, you are my heart

Dear sweet boy

Each day you’re here

Fills my life with joy.”

Grinning wide

He grabs her hand

I love you mommy

Joyfully they walk

Killing time

Loving life.

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Mommy says, to her

Newborn babe

Oh sweet angel my soul, my

Pride. In my arms please stay

Quietly they sit and

Rock

Sun shining

Through the window

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Up to her husband

Very softly speaks

We have a beautiful life

Xactly as we are. In our crazy

Young hectic

Zoo called home.”



24 comments:

  1. Nothing wrong with pancakes for dinner, we occasionally enjoy that treat too. And boy have I never put any chocolate chips in mine(wink, wink).
    I love the poem, that was so sweet.

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  2. Amazingly fun post, Liz. Even if I had a week to put this together, I do not think that I could have. Well done, my friend, well done.

    -Francesca

    PS: There is no shame in having breakfast for dinner. Happens in my house all the time. :)

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  3. Liz,

    I am impressed. Loved this post from beginning to end. That poem was awesome. The picture of the chocolate chips and the I must admit was so cute. Great job...you are so creative.

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  4. We have pancakes or waffles for dinner at least once a week. The kids think it's a treat to have breakfast at dinner time.

    And i love your writing assignment. So creative!

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  5. Visiting from Mama Kat's ...

    Pancakes for dinner? What is the problem with that? And chocolate chip ones are my FAVORITE!

    And I just loved the poem ... so touching and true.

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  6. We love pancakes for supper and what better than chocolate chips!! YUMMY!

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  7. Xactly what that prompt was all about. Real nice job!

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  8. What a beautiful poem......and I love breakfast for dinner.

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  9. Oh yummm on the pancakes with chocolate chips!!!

    And your poem was awesome! Save that one. :)

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  10. That was absolutely beautiful!

    Plus, now I have pancakes on the brain.

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  11. Great poem! And ... I sometimes make pancakes for dinner. I could eat pancakes all day long.

    My iron isn't lost. But I use it so rarely, that on the occassion I do take it out my children ask me what an ironing board is. What an iron is. They watch me as if I'm performing at a circus when I iron the clothing. In awe. Because they never see the iron used.

    Your house sounds normal. And cozy. Especially the cookies and milk part!

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  12. That is so sweet. And I want choc chip pancakes!

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  13. Pancakes sounds yummy to me!!! I love banana pancakes. :o)

    Your poem is great! I was reading it, wondering what word you'd make using the letter "x"....you did Xactly what I would have done! LOL

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  14. I loved the whole post! I wish I could write like that but God didn't give me that talent.Or I just haven't found it yet...lol

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  15. I especially liked the use of X! :o) It was a very nice poem. Now I want chocolate chip pancakes for dinner though.

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  16. Awesome poem and yummmy pancakes :D

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  17. What a lovely poem, it brought a tear to my eye.

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  18. Pancakes looked yummy! No worries about the iron, just throw the clothes in the dryer :) And great job on your poem. Very, very nice.

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  19. I am so excited to have found another hockey family!!!! :) And hey pancakes for dinner are a really fun treat and at least you cooked something - you could have given them cereal. :) I love the poem.

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  20. We have pancakes quite often for dinner. It's better than McD's!

    Love the poem.

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